Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,31

violent delight.

“Oh, God,” I sigh with excitement. His hands are magic on my body. Sure, I’ve been touched before, but for some reason, when Sebastian does it, he lights me on fire. My body comes alive for him like no other.

The biker smirks then leans in and sucks one nipple in between his lips. I watch him, enthralled with his mouth on me again—this time in another place bringing me pleasure. He pulls away, switching to my other exposed breast. The sensation intensifies, and my head falls back against the door, my eyes slamming closed as I quietly moan to myself. It lasts moments before my breasts suddenly cold, missing the heat from his mouth.

He orders, “You watch me when I’m touching, licking, and fucking you, Sweet Pea. I want your eyes on me, always.”

My lids part as I pick my head up and meet his stern gaze. He’s so damn bossy, and rather than pissing me off, it makes me wetter for him. “What are you going to do if I don’t follow directions very well? If I disobey?”

He chuckles. “I’ll spank that ass before I fuck it, is what I’ll do. You want me to redden your gorgeous booty, just say the word, baby.” His lips lift into a confident grin, and then he’s tossing me over his shoulder.

A shocked scream escapes me as Bash throws me off-kilter once again. He’s constantly challenging me and surprising me with his actions and the things he says. I love it that he keeps me on my toes, never knowing what he’s going to do next. I’m expecting him to take me down the hallway to my room and bed, but he doesn’t bother. He walks straight for my tiny galley style kitchen, carefully laying me across my old farmhouse table. It’s too big for the small space but when I saw it out by the dumpsters, I had to have it. I dragged it into my apartment, scrubbed it down and painted it white, and now it’s my favorite piece of furniture. Someone’s junk became my treasure. On the upside, it’s sturdy enough to hold my weight without collapsing underneath us. It could probably hold four of me if I tried.

“You’re crazy,” I murmur, and he pauses long enough to flash me a wide smile.

“You’re just now figuring that out? Baby, crazy could be my middle name.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

His eyes turn serious. “I won’t ever pretend to be something I’m not around you. You deserve real, and so do I.”

I swallow, feeling his words in my soul. He’s completely right, and all I’ve done is keep myself hidden from everyone, including him. He doesn’t know why I’m really here or what I’m hiding. I wish I could tell him, but I can’t bring myself to, no matter how much he’s gotten under my skin. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

My words light the spark back in him, and he moves to yank my work pants off. I tilt my hips from side to side, giving him access. He tosses my shoes behind him into my living room and tugs my pants off the rest of the way. I lean up, twisting my torso a bit so my shirt can fall off. I leave my bra where it is. If Sebastian wants it off, I have no doubt he’ll remove it. Besides, this way, the cups push my boobs up to give me even more cleavage.

“Christ. I knew you were an angel from the moment I saw you…but now, I think I’ve reached Heaven, Baby. You’re so goddamn beautiful…you got me all sorts of tied up inside.”

I bite my cheek, then allow a bright smile to break free. The irritation from earlier has disappeared as I take in the way he gazes down at my naked body, sprawled before him on my kitchen table. He worships me with his stare, and I’ve never felt so desired and accepted by another man. “Can I see you?” I whisper. The moment seems far too perfect to speak any louder—like I’ll ruin it if I do.

He nods, and I bite down on my bottom lip, eagerly watching. He removes his vest, hanging it over one of the chairs. He reaches behind him, tugging his shirt off at the back of his neck, in the weird way men often do. His torso comes into view, and I swear I’ll stutter if I have to say anything at the moment. He’s chiseled, but also still bruised